My Pain

Dragging a razor across my arms.
Watching the crimson flow.
It feels so good to feel the pain.
But I can't let the markings show.

I'll hide the slits, I'll hide the scars,
I'll hide the burns as well.
I'll smile to myself knowing that they
Will never be able to tell.

But you don't know I love this pain,
And I feel sorry for you,
If you were me, then you could see,
And you would love it too.

My pain is love, my pain is joy,
My blood is tears I won't cry.
My pain is good, my pain is what
Will make me not want to die.

When I feel the pain, I feel alive,
I feel I'm in control of me.
People tell me not to hurt myself,
But it doesn't hurt, I love it, why can't you see?